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Man walks along the railroad track
He's goin' some place, there's no turnin' back
The Highway Patrol chopper comin' up over the ridge
Man sleeps by a campfire under the bridge
The shelter line stretchin' around the corner
Welcome to the New World Order
Families sleepin' in their cars out in the Southwest
No job, no hope, no peace, no rest
No rest!
And the highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody as to where it goes
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad
He pulls his prayer book out of a sleepin' bag
The preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
He's waitin' for the time when the "Last shall be first, and the first shall be last"
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
With a one-way ticket to the Promised Land
With a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
Lookin' for a pillow of solid rock
He's bathin' in the cities' aqueducts
Rock!
And the highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody as to where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad
And Tom said, "Ma, whenever ya see a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Wherever there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me ma', I'll be there"
Wherever somebody's strugglin' for a place to stand
For a decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody is strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes, ma, you'll see me
You'll see me, you'll see me!
You'll see me, you'll see me!
You'll see me, you'll see me!
You'll see me, you'll see me!
Rock
And the highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody as to where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of Tom Joad
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